HYMNS ON THE PASSION
which can be used in the congregations during Lent
at the weekly service and on Days of Prayer
according to the custom of each place
[by Thomas Kingo]
[from the Gradual of 1699]
[Translation © Mark
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- Jesus' Sweat in the Garden
- OVER KEDRON JESUS TRÆDER 
- Verses 18.104.22.168.12.13 translated by J. Jeffrey, 1880
- tune: previous tune
- 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth
- To His passion for us all;
- Every human eye be weeping,
- Tears of bitter grief let fall!
- Round His spirit flock the foes,
- Place their shafts and bend their bows,
- Aiming at the Saviour solely,
- While the world forsakes Him wholly.
- 2 David once, with heart afflicted,
- Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand,
- Clouds of gloom and grief about him
- When an exile from his land.
- But, O Jesus, blacker now
- Bends the cloud above Thy brow,
- Hasting to death's dreary portals
- For the shame and sin of mortals.
- 3 Wilt Thou in Thy pain and ruing
- To the Mount of Olives go?
- Yet there is no tree for viewing
- Where the fruits of peace may grow;
- War and battle, bitter pain,
- Death and mockery and shame
- Every bud shoots forth with sorrow
- Jesus now no peace can borrow.
- 4 Enter now the restful garden
- As a peaceful quiet space,
- Sorrow soon begins to darken,
- Follow Thee in every place!
- Come now, Adam, come and see
- Enter blest Gethsemane!
- See the Lord of heaven shaking
- Hellish anguish for us taking.
- 5 All of Jesus' limbs are quaking
- As sins' burden hard doth press
- See the God-Man ever shaking
- Death doth bring to life distress
- Jesus' lifeblood forth doth pour
- And His heart aches more and more
- Shooting forth with blood-streams narrow
- From ten thousand poisoned arrows.
- 6 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth
- Prostrate, and with struggling breath,
- Three times on His God He calleth,
- Praying that the bitter death
- And the cup of doom may go,
- Still He cries, in all His woe:
- "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!"
- And the angels round Him gather.
- 7 See how, in that hour of darkness,
- Battling with the evil power,
- Agonies untold assail Him,
- On His soul the arrows shower;
- All the garden flowers are wet
- With the drops of bloody sweat,
- From His anguished frame distilling-
- World's redemption thus fulfilling!
- 8 O ye heavéns, will ye give Him
- Strength of heart, and that right soon?
- To the end He hard has striven
- Jesus dies! He dies so soon!
- Holy angels, come and see
- Strengthen Him for death to see!
- How His cheeks are filled with pallor,
- As He meets His death with valor.
- 9 See the blood so sadly dripping
- With each drop of sweat so cold;
- Death in every vein is seeping
- And His face is dark as coal;
- And the grass where Jesus prays
- Now a bloody carpet stays
- From His precious veins now offering,
- See what pains He now is suffering!
- 10 Daily I am gladly yearning
- E'er to go to Kedron's stream
- And from earthly pleasure turning
- In a penitential theme!
- Daily in Gethsemane
- With my spirit I shall see
- Jesus' bleeding and His sighing
- For my soul is all His dying.
- 11 Now, away with earthly pleasure!
- Let me see my Jesus dear!
- In Gethsemane, my Treasure,
- I will gather me a tear
- From His bloody sweat of pain
- Which my righteousness did gain
- Earth now gives me only sadness
- Till I enter heaven's gladness.
- 12 But, O flowers, so sadly watered
- By this pure and precious dew,
- In some blessed hour your blossoms
- 'Neath the olive-shadows grew!
- Eden's garden did not bear
- Aught that can with you compare,
- For the blood, thus freely given,
- Makes my soul the heir of heaven.
- 13 When as flowers themselves I wither,
- When I droop and fade like grass,
- When the life-streams through my pulses
- Dull and ever duller pass,
- When at last they cease to roll,
- Then, to cheer my sinking soul,
- Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-
- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven!
- 14 And now when my heart is breaking,
- And my eye no longer sees,
- When my tongue no sound is making,
- Let my soul a droplet seize
- Of Thy precious sweat and blood;
- Wash my heart in that dear flood.
- In the hour when I am dying,
- On Thy Passion I'm relying.
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